By Abigail A. Lyons
The berries beckon
Midnight fruits that bead the branches
And hold the sun
Like tiny mirror balls
The juice drips
Ruby rain rippling velvet
A soft scale played
In a quiet room
The syrup boils
Clamorous bubbles climb the pan
To blow a bouquet
Of sweet tart kisses
The jelly sets
Harvest of sun, rain and thorn
A Craigowl autumn
Cast in amethyst